#//tw cannibalism

[starrymused]

Joji was born in Busan, South Korea, and he was born... strange. At first, his parents didn't immediately sense anything off. Yeah, he seemed to be obsessed with putting their fingers in his mouth, but that was just a baby thing! And when his teeth came in, Joji tried to gnaw on anything he could, but especially people. Hands, arms, even his mother's earlobe! Again, they thought it was just a baby thing that he would grow out of.

When he was a toddler, he did the same with other children at his day-care, but it became a bit more aggressive as he aged. He'd literally bite them and hold on until they screamed and alerted the day-care staff. Even when they tried to get him off, he would put up a fight and remain latched on.

His parents didn't know what to do, but decided to set up an appointment with a child behaviour specialist. Unfortunately, even after many meetings and attempts to stop this concerning behavior, it began to escalate. Now a child of six, his mother would find him sitting on the kitchen floor, eating the raw meat from the fridge. He would also catch birds and animals when playing in the garden and hide them behind the shed. His father found him there, consuming the dead animals. This continued on despite them trying to discipline it out of him.

Completely freaked out by their son's behavior, they soon decided that enough was enough, and left him on the front step of a children's home with nothing but a small backpack of his belongings.

The children's home wasn't kind. The other kids were afraid of him because he often tried to chew their fingers or sniff them. The employees didn't know what to do, either, so often left him out of activities with the others. This meant that Joji spent a lot of time alone in the library. He read everything he could, teaching himself many topics, and even learned English to a fluent level. Of course, books couldn't replace his need for human connection, but he just couldn't fit in with the others no matter how much he tried.

As he grew older, Joji realized that his affliction was something that others didn't posess, so he tried to hide it. He ate like a normal person would, but didn't get much satisfaction from any meals. Slowly, over many years, a few of the others warmed to him enough to interact. Joji tried his best to keep up his act, but it wasn't to be. On his seventeenth birthday, he and another boy were alone in the grounds after sneaking out past lights out, and Joji couldn't fight it anymore. He lured the boy behind the equipment shed and attacked.

He ran away from the home that night with blood and flesh dripping from his mouth. Disgusted and ashamed, Joji traveled to Seoul using the little money he had previously stolen from one of the staff members. He dyed his hair blond just in case the police were after him (he couldn't be sure if he'd been reported or not) and spent the next few years just trying to survive.

He worked odd jobs, continued to steal (he had a knack for it), and sometimes resorted to sexual favors with strangers. He stayed in motels and goshiwons until he saved up enough to purchase a van. Van life seemed to be a somewhat popular way to live, so he imagined he'd get by fine.

Joji is now twenty-two and lives the vagabond lifestyle, traveling South Korea in search of something more. He still has his affliction and it gets hard to deal with when he hasn't consumed human meat in a while. It's a horrible addiction that he has to fulfil or he'll go insane. He has gotten good at luring men away by offering them certain acts (men are such predictable creatures) and then attacking them when they're in a secluded area. He then consumes them; sometimes raw, sometimes cooking them (even though he's not very good at cooking) and stores any excess in a portable freezer tucked in the corner of his van. It's easier to get away with murder when there's no body left to find at the scene. He also never stays too long in the same place and knows how to stay on the down-low, so he doesn't tend to attract any unwanted attention.

This video is the general layout of Joji's van just without the gaming setup. Instead, he has a small TV hung on the wall and the freezer beneath it.

[bamsara]

A 'post-trod' scenario where Narinder gets cursed after a slip up on a crusade (death erasure is no longer a permanent threat because of plot secrets I won't spoil :P )

The Lamb can't go get the necessary crystals to cure him so Kallamar is sent instead so Lambert can focus on keeping Nari from eating/attacking people

Dw he's not gonna eat the Lamb. unless😏

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[cottonspotten]

*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.

bonus: explain why!

[cupid-archives]

some of you guys are freaks :/ *reblogs*

[anisecandy]

Enemies to lovers is great... but enemies and lovers is lovely too!

(Also Charlie wishes she and Vaggie had what they have 😤)

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: cannibal

[a-confusion-of-doctors]

my headcanons for shops in the hilltop centre:

touristy gift shop but there's a figure in all the postcards, getting closer and closer to the camera in each one

evil evil food court that serves you People Meat

indoor crazy golf place that's infinite and colourful and loud. if you put your hand in one of the holes to get your ball back, it bites you

a regular claire's

[elsa-fogen]

I could eat you for breakfast | Breakfast AU (Part 1)

Do you though?

You really shouldn't say such thing in front of 2 real unhinged cannibals...

|1| (you're here) - |2| - |3| - |4| - |5| - |6| - |7|

Just for you to know, none of the next parts have real gore in them

Bonus

The boys got a present from their kind neighbor Radio Demon ☺☺☺

UPD: I wanted to show somehow that Alastor also holds her soul, but forgor HEUUUUUGH

AU Masterpost

[bamsara]

some Trod au Bishop Family warm up doodles + a lil chart about everyone's opinions on cannibalism. i should do a chart for everyone on all the doctrines tbh

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Stanley wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dead. He wasn't all too sure if he was supposed to be alive, either.

He was... somewhere. He didn't know where exactly, but it didn't matter. Nothing really seemed to matter all that much in this strange place. Compared to the unfathomable expanse of nothingness that surrounded him, everything else practically paled in comparison. Still, Stanley felt as though this all-consuming abyss that kept him prisoner within its dark maw deserved a name; at the very least, a title. Yet, it didn't feel right to call this place anything. Death too egregious, and Life too extroadinary; either terms felt far too extreme to his liking. There was nothing particularly hideous nor amazing about where he was. He was simply somewhere in-between.

For as long as he could remember, Stanley's world was just that. This somewhere; this in-between of not quite Death and not quite Life. This empty, greedy abyss that seemed to swallow him whole, stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no anything; only the daunting dakness engulfing his every senses and leaving him horribly, hopelessly blank.

That wasn't all there was to it, however. This... somewhere, it was more than just a lifeless void.

Stanley wasn't sure if he could find the right words to properly describe it. He didn't think he could ever come to fully understand the feeling himself, but. Somehow, the abyss felt... hungry. Unimaginably, insatiably, and unbearably hungry.

The hunger seemed to eat away at Stanley, tearing off pieces of him chunk by chunk, piece by piece. With every blink, another part of himself seemed to disappear into the ravenous darkness around him. The void never took much at once, only pieces; nigh imperceptible impossibly tiny crumbs of what made him- so little that they should have hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. But Stanley noticed. He noticed every particle, every atom that was taken away from him by this greedy hunger. The darkness was eating him; digesting him.

It was as though hunger was all that mattered in this somewhere, this stomach; the world itself a single immense digestive system. He could practically feel the void's biting hunger pangs reverberate through his bones. It was so hungry, so hungry.

The dark ate him slowly, ripping him apart from inside out and outside in. It took his flesh first; stealing away the muscles and fat beneath the skin, leaving behind nothing but meager skin stretched over bone. Sometimes, not even his bones were given the luxury of being spared, and he would find himself with an odd dip in his side where the abyss had taken a rib or two; or with half his face lopsidedly sagging into a limp mess with no muscles, fat, nor eye socket to properly hold up the skin of his face onto his skull.

The hunger took without mercy, without order nor preference. It ate anything, everything, as long it helped abate the forever stabbing, starving desperation that painfully twisted and tore at its non-existent stomach. It never really was satisfied.

It got worse when it started eating his memories.

Stanley despised the thought of losing more of himself than simply his physical body to this greedy void. However, what terrified him far more than the notion that this insatiable hunger could breach even his mind, was the fact that he couldn't remember which memories it took.

Stanley couldn't remember much; before the darkness; before the endless hunger. He liked to imagine, though, of what he could have been before. He'd probably had a warm home, warmer than the cold, cold abyss. He'd probably had a loving family. Probably. He couldn't remember.

Everything turned unsure when his own mind started failing on him. Stanley tried to cling to what little he knew. He had his name held tight in his iron clad grip, repeating it to himself like a mantra. He would try and keep track of time, but it was all in vain. Time didn't seem to matter in the face of hunger. Perhaps it had been years since Stanley's arrival; hundred, maybe even thousands. Or, perhaps it had only been a few days, weeks, months. Stan once had a fleeting, terrifying thought that maybe Time too was already victim to the darkness' insatiable hunger.

However, as much as Stan could forget his past, his identity, and life, perhaps the most tragic loss to him greater than anything else was the memory of Him.

He was important to Stanley. He couldn't remember why, but he was. There was nothing of Him left in his memories. No face, no name; not even why He mattered to him in the first place. All he knew was that the loss of Him had struck him with such profound heartache and sorrow that it had left him weeping helplessly for so long, unable to move and rooted in one spot for days, weeks, years. He couldn't remember how long.

Stan was only snapped out of his comatose stupor by His hand.

It was all that was left of Him, other than the knowledge of His past existence. It was warm, a glowing red hand that pulsed almost reassuringly within Stanley's own, its long six digits curled tightly and firmly around his hand, never once faltering in its grip. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have it. He's had it clutched within his own cold, rough palms like a lifeline since forever; every step he took and every move he made done hand in hand with Him.

Desperately, frantically, he held onto His hand, never once letting it go. Losing the hand meant losing Him for good, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with the consequences of that all alone.

However, ocasionally, even the the comforting presence of His hand was unable to keep his mind anchroed for too long, and Stanley would lose track of his memories. Plagued by odd laspes of utter emptiness, Stanley would suddenly forget. His own name, his face, everything he knew and remembered would slip withut warning between his fingers like sand; streaming down, down, down and getting lost in the gaping mouth of the void below him. He would wander aimlessly with no real destination in mind, simply roaming somwhere, anywhere.

He would come across all sorts of sights during these odd episodes of his. He'd crossed paths with hundreds upon thousands of partically decomposed remnants of once living, breathing organisms; All of them endeniably, for the lack of better words: dead. He'd walked past entire forests; enormous clusters of tall pine trees completely uprooted and floating in a massive mass of rotting leaves and half digested bark. He'd walked past countless animals, big and small, all in various stages of digestion. Animals always seemed to rot away faster than anything else, and Stanley wasn't so sure what that meant for him.

Once, Stan had somehow even found his way before the destroyed remains of a universe.

It was dead. There was no other way to describe the state it was in. He hadn't even known it was possible for entire universes to simply... die. Stolen away from its rightful place in the starry night sky.

The scene was everything he'd thought impossible to take place in this all-consuming abyss. It was extroadinary. A veritable bursting cacophany of light and heat. It was as though the universe's explosion had been paused at just the right moment, frozen in time at the very moment of its heat death. Its particles flickered, undulating softly and shifting ever so slightly like looking through a warped window. If Stanley stood still enough, and listened closely, he thought he could even hear the softest sound of the shattered screams of the broken remains of the universe ringing silently in the air. It was as ethereal as it was haunting.

The thought of the unimaginable power required to be able annihilate entire universes just like that... It scared Stan.

Stanley may not be sure of anything anymore, but as he watched the debris swirl gently in the blinding epicenter of the shattered universe from afar, he knew with a certainty that he didn't think he possessed anymore, that he did not belong here.

Part 1/2

[lotussart]

Sacred

[blueboybot]

Cannibalism!

So you know how fics have Danny reabsorbing his limbs and growing back the limb whenever one gets cut off, what if he ate it instead?

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During an altercation with a rouge Phantom had unfortunately lost one of his arms in a contraption, not that he seemed to care though, which should've been their biggest hint but they were too busy trying get him back to the watchtower to be treated.

They had been preparing what they needed to heal him when a loud snap caught their attention. The whole room watched in horror as one of their youngest member bit into his arm without a care in the world, biting through his arm with ease as if it was a piece of chicken, eating the bones and all.

"PHANTOM!"

The boy turned to the distressed hero smiling with his cheeks full and painted with his green blood. His smile fell a bit once he noticed the looks everyone was giving him.

"WhAe?"

The flesh in his mouth muffled his wording, they would tell him not to speak with his mouth full but right now they need to get him to stop eating his arm.

[sayxit]

Lovers Bond

[jackiietaylor]

god forbid women have hobbies like braiding their dead best friends hair to cover up that she’s missing an ear or putting makeup on her corpse to make her look less necrotic or hallucinating a bacchanal feast while cannibalizing her