#canabalism

[puppyguur]

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[2-dsimp]

Yandere clown humiliates your mean ex and makes you laugh

[Y̾AͣN̾TͭOͦB𞀓EͤRͬ DͩAͣY̾ 5 Iͥmͫaͣg̾iͥn̾eͤ: K̾iͥl̾l̾eͤrͬ Cͨl̾oͦw𞀞n̾ f̾tͭ!]

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Cw: suggestive! Cannibalism, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Pryok hates your ex-boyfriend and wants to eat him.

Synopsis: All you wanted was an antique doll from the antique store that was down the road from your home. But instead you get a murderous alien killer clown doll instead. With a long line of history for being known as the boogeyman who terrorized the districts of Devildom centuries ago.

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Thinking about a yandere Killer Clown! that was hexed by a powerful mage centuries ago for going on a killing spree. Cannibalizing the townsfolk like the neighborhood boogeyman. Within Devildom and leaving a trail of gnawed bones and flesh.

Yandere Killer Clown! Cursed to be a doll, with his alien features wiped from his face so he’d be looking like a blank faced mannequin. While his features were transferred onto the plate masks of varying expressions adorning his hip belt. To be kept under lock n key, shipped straight to an antique shop. Where he laid wasting away for centuries with only a mean grudge to his name. Until you came and bought the box out of curiosity.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who at first plays pretend when you open the box. Remaining dead in his doll form just to get a picture of who exactly his new owner was. And whether or not he should kill you and run away now that he’s been freed. There were many nights where he had his blank face jutted down at you.

Sitting on your chest as you breathed whilst his porcelain hand pressed against his mask which shifted into a ravenous expression. Razor teeth jutting out, with a long tongues slithering from the bottomless hole within the masks holes. Eyes boring into you, Always waiting for a chance of when you’d neglect him. Or forget to shine his porcelain body and dress him up in his favorite frills everyday. Any excuse to get rid of you but so far there was nothing.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who after a couple weeks, grew too comfortable being hugged and fawned over in his stay with you. He always wore his happy mask when he was in your presence. However, every time you left and came back you noticed how his mask switched from happy to angry.

The masks soulless eyes seemed to be glaring at you with intensity as if knowing whatever sin you committed to warrant the clowns wrath. Yeah he knew all about that wretched ex boyfriend you kept going on and off with. And it made his hollowed brain rattle violently with murderous and envious thoughts.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who became a touch more realer with every laugh he coaxed from you lips. Whether it be by his switch up in masks. (which always left you with whiplash from how it was even possible for him to do that.) Or from his out of context voice lines that had a morbid humorous edge with insults for your ex-boyfriend.

“Tiny pecker, Tiny pecker, Exy has a tiny pecker! Chop it off, lest it don’t grow any bigger!”

The past few days you could never find peace as strange things had started happening around you. More specifically with the clown doll, every time you went to polish him he felt colder than usual. And his edgy joints were less prominent with a softer more flexible edge. The kicker was that whenever you’d go to sleep. You’d always feel something breathing on you. But you chalked it up to an air drift from the window you cracked open.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who is garbling ancient enchantments via mask. Which enabled him to have an outlet to express himself. As his pointed claws surgically traced his signature sigil on your chest. the happy mask’s manic grin started growing eerily wider. At seeing the reddened glow of his brand on you. Which made the bond you two shared to be completely permanent.

This new status would allow him much more freedom. To battle against the croons curse which had limited his former self. However, it was incomplete, it was one sidedly done after all. So he needed you to do the same onto him.

You needed to Let him in.

Thanks to your intervention in his life there was so much he wanted to do. First thing on the list would be getting rid of that old croon’s curse on his body once and for all. The second would be eliminating that ex boyfriend of yours.

And lastly…Having you to be his brood mother to repopulate his alienkind of was also one of his goals. After all you were the perfect fit. You’ve already shown such potential in being his mate, by tending to him everyday and night. He’d be sure to return the favor tenfold keep you well fed, protected, and cherished.

All you had to do was Let. Him. Inside of you.

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A/n: Decided to make an attempt on doing spooky yantober entry XD

Lmk if y’all would want to see more of him. 👀

Also I think I’ve finally did all the yandere alphabet letters woohoo 🎉

[tipsynight0]

The taste of love

Paring - eyeless jack x female reader

Word count - 800

synopsis - two year anniversaries are special, and (y/n) wants to make it memorable.

TRIGGER WARNING - cannibalism, body horror, gore, consumption of organs, mature themes you've been warned.

Authors note - aha what, no i totally haven’t posted almost everyday what are you talking about ahaha <3

Candles flickered gently, casting soft shadows on the red tablecloth, while the dimmed basement lights created an intimate, almost eerie atmosphere. Everything screamed romance—except for the hidden edge of something darker. It was their two-year anniversary, a moment (Y/N) had been planning for weeks, and it had to be perfect. Every detail mattered. She scanned the table, ensuring every plate, every candle, was in its place. Tonight, she had a gift for Jack that he would never see coming. A surprise crafted just for him.

Her eyes darted to the clock, nerves fluttering in her chest. A pang of hunger shot through her, sharp and unsettling, but that wasn’t the only pain she was feeling tonight. She adjusted her white long-sleeved top, feeling the tightness of her skinny jeans against her skin. Her hair was curled, light makeup accentuated her features, and though she knew she’d overdressed, she couldn’t help it. Jack deserved this night.

Finally, the door to the basement creaked open, and quiet footsteps descended the stairs. Jack’s hand brushed the wall as he reached the bottom, his senses heightened, inhaling the air thick with the scent of (Y/N)'s perfume.

“Y/N?” his voice rasped as he stepped forward, following the scent toward her.

"Happy anniversary," (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing soft kisses against his mask. Beneath it, she could feel his smile. He slowly lifted the mask, revealing just enough to kiss her back, his lips firm and hungry.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. His hands traveled down to her lower back, pulling her closer. She smiled, taking his hand and guiding him to the table.

“I put out some candles, plates, and I cooked your favorite,” she said softly, eyes flicking nervously over the setup.

Jack grinned as he removed his mask, setting it on the side table. "Yeah? You went out and harvested some kidneys for me?" he teased, taking a seat and watching her every move.

(Y/N) chuckled, a grin tugging at her lips. "How about you go first with your gift? Mine’s almost ready," she said, her voice soft with excitement.

Jack shifted in his seat, pulling out a small photo album and sliding it across the table. "It's stupid, but Jane and Nina said girls love this kind of stuff," he mumbled, looking sheepish.

(Y/N) opened the album and immediately smiled. Page after page of memories—grainy snapshots of their time together. The time they went camping and pushed Jack out onto the lake on an air mattress, her trying on his mask and posing for sexy photos. Each image was a piece of their strange but beautiful life together.

“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Jack’s eager grin remained as his attention shifted to the delicious smell wafting from the oven. The scent was rich, meaty, and unlike anything he’d experienced before.

"I’m not the best cook, but I followed a recipe," (Y/N) said nervously as she placed the plate before him, carefully presenting her creation.

Jack leaned in, sniffing the dish. It was kidney, no doubt. His gaze softened, and he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “It means a lot that you went out, got it yourself, and even prepared it,” he murmured, kissing her hand softly.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Just eat it,” she urged, her breath hot against his skin.

Jack cut into the kidney, taking a slow, deliberate bite. The taste was rich, tender, the red wine sauce enhancing the savory flavors. "This is amazing," he mumbled, licking his lips. “So fresh, too.”

As he ate, his hand wandered to her waist, tracing along her stomach. (Y/N) flinched slightly as his fingers brushed over something unusual. Stitches.

Jack’s brow furrowed in confusion. He tugged up her shirt, revealing a series of carefully sewn stitches across her abdomen. His heart raced as he realized what he was seeing.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” he asked, his voice thick with concern as his fingers traced the rough stitching. It was exactly where one of her kidneys should have been.

(Y/N)’s gaze met his, a soft smile on her lips despite the pain in her eyes. "You always said you wanted to taste me. Happy anniversary."

Jack's heart pounded in his chest, the gravity of her gesture sinking in. She had given him a piece of herself—literally. For him, for their twisted love. His hand trembled as he pressed a soft kiss to the tender skin of her abdomen, right above the wound.

"Happy anniversary," he whispered, voice thick with emotion, knowing no gift could ever compare to what she had just given him

[cinnamontoatscoreyart]

Vanessa palmer my sweet beloved!

[barmy-demon]

Thoughts about the mechs and cannibalism

Most likely to least likely

Jonny: we all know he’s done it

Tim: “thank your lucky starts you taste so good cause you wouldn’t want your corpse to go to waste” this confirms cannibalism was happing on the moon (I think Jonny started it and was copped) it doesn’t confirm Tim joined in but I chose to believe he did

TS: it doesn’t eat but I think it played pretend on the moon war and eat supplies and people, it had to clean it’s self out often which wasted a lot of food people could have lived off

Raph: for science the mouth is a very useful tool after all

Marius: same as Raph some what but form what I know form his past he was malnourished and I wonder if food was ever so scares cannibalism was resorted to if it was I don’t think he would have know what the meat was

Next ones a a bit less concrete on placement

Ivy: I feel like she would have read a report on cannibalism and wanted to do her own research first with interviews of the crew’s experience and then her own

Nastya: I feel like Jonny would have been able to convince or trick her into trying it once also somthing about cyberia seeing unmodified people as lesser

Ashes: I don’t think they’d do more then fighting dirty and ripping a chunk out of someone as swallowing it for the intimidation

Brian: I can’t think of a single reason he would eat someone

Dispute me if you think differently please I love the thoughts of others

[wethegeeses]

I need me a boy who understands how cannibalism and vampires are a metaphor for being deeply and truly in love.

[deanspajamas]

think my plans for this winter are being in a plane crash and getting stuck in the woods with a soccer team full of lesbians, might eat sm1 might not who knows

[eatmyassastarion-affectionately]

[foottoe101001]

TW imagine getting forced to eat your gang anyway ponyboy goretober 🫡‼️

@cyaniashine @lizzy019 @pookiepiss69 @gr3ase-g0t-h0ld

[brucewaynehater101]

WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPT #12

Starvation, canablism, "just a little more"

Tw: blood, gore, DARK Tim Drake

He wishes he could tear the skin off of their flesh, stitch their dermises together, and wrap himself in their constant and collective embrace. They would never leave him that way. They couldn't. They wouldn't be able to. 

It's a morbid thought, but some part of him craves the constant reassurance of their presence.

This family, the one he yanked together as it was crumbling apart, is incomparable to his parents. While the Drakes loved him, they never touched him.

Not enough. Only fleeting shoulder pats, the occasional hug, and, on rare occasions, a hair ruffle.

Tim would go months trying to replicate the feeling of physical affection. He'd cling to stuffed animals, heated blankets, warm water bottles, and the scratch of his own nails. He's try to steal warmth from endless showers and his parents never complained about their high water bill.

It wasn't enough.

Boarding schools don't provide hugs either.

The Waynes, though?

They were there. 

Fuck. The first time Bruce's palm landed on his shoulder, Tim nearly jumped out of his skin. His entire body burned when Dick started giving him hugs.

He, in the privacy of his own room, would become a blubbery mess at all the casual affection they so freely and often gave. The arm punches, shoulder bumps, arm around the neck, and back pats. Just constant reassurances that they care, they want him, and they love him.

Not to mention the gentle injury checks, the couch cuddles, and all of the hugs. Tim didn't know how many ways people could hug. 

And it didn't stop. Even when they got mad or frustrated or sad or upset at Tim. Even when they berated him or gave him the cold shoulder. Someone was always there with another pat or ruffle.

It was consistent and Tim couldn't get enough. Just the threat of that being taken away from him causes him to go into a frantic, frenzied bloodlust. He’s not ashamed to admit the lengths he'd go to so that he never lost it.

Tim would do anything, anything at all, to keep them.

Even though it still didn't feel like enough.

He needs their flesh within him and their bones fashioned into jewelry he can wear. He needs to feast upon their being, feel their warm blood slipping between his fingers, and preserve their brains within glass jars. His teeth ache with the urge to bite into their flesh, rip a chunk out of them, allow his mouth to fill with that sweet metallic taste, and swallow what he claimed. 

And their eyes? He would pluck them out of their skulls and position them in places so that they would always be watching him. A lack of eyelids means they’ll never stop. 

His tongue salvates at the idea of digging his fingers into their wounds and tearing at the fissure until he can bury himself inside them.

It wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough to take every part of their being. He wants every single piece of them within or on him so that he's never alone again.

But that would kill them. Their comforting warmth would leave, their eyes would dull, and their flesh would eventually rot or turn to waste. It's unsustainable to consume them the way he so desperately needs, even if it would finally satiate him.

He sometimes wonders if maybe he could steal a little bit. A pint of blood, a section of skin, or even a small appendage. He could manipulate their circumstances until he convinced them to get rid of their appendix or their tonsils.

Just a bit. Just a small amount so he's not as hungry as he always is. So he's not starving for them.

He won't ask, though. He can't. If he allows himself to be satisfied even once, he'll only need more.

[tipsynight0]

Muddied paths

pairing - jeff x female reader ft smile

Word count - 600

Synopsis - jeff and (y/n) take smile for a bath

Authors note - ah thank you for all the love on my writing <3 I was literally inspired to write this for 2 reasons the first being I had to give my bull dog a bath today, and I always walk by a water fall at work. Enjoy <33

Slick mud clung to the ground as Jeff’s and (Y/N)’s ratty sneakers sank into the earth, following the familiar path through the woods. The storm had only passed an hour earlier, leaving behind a crisp chill in the air, and Smile, their hellhound, had howled relentlessly until they caved to his demand for a walk. It was more than just for the dog, though—Jeff needed these moments, a break from the chaos that defined his life, even if he’d never admit it.

Jeff’s hand wrapped around (Y/N)’s, their fingers hidden inside the sleeve of his sweater. The steady sound of their steps and the distant rumble of the waterfall approaching brought a rare peace to him, a fragile kind that barely lasted, but he clung to it nonetheless. The air was heavy with the dampness of rain, the smell of wet earth filling their lungs.

Lost in thought, Jeff stared down at his muddied sneakers, grateful for the quiet. This path, these mundane moments, were their escape. Smile sprinted ahead, splashing into the shallow, muddy water beneath the waterfall. A heavy sigh escaped Jeff's lips as he locked eyes with (Y/N), who gave him a knowing smile.

“He’s going to need a bath,” Jeff grumbled, watching the dog shake droplets everywhere.

(Y/N) chuckled, her laugh cutting through the quiet like sunlight after a storm. “Yeah, and that’s all on you.”

Jeff snorted but didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, before letting his lips graze her skin with a teasing nip. (Y/N) shivered, her grip tightening on his sweater as she turned to face him, eyes questioning. “What was that for?”

Jeff only shrugged, his lips curling slightly as Smile trotted back, victorious, a dead squirrel dangling from his jaws.

Back home, Jeff had managed to hoist Smile over his shoulder, despite the mud and the hound's squirming attempts to escape. By the time they got inside, he was covered in scratches, his sweater smeared with dirt and dog hair. (Y/N) stood waiting in the bathroom, armed with a towel and a sedative just in case. The clawfoot tub was already filled with warm water and bubbles, the soothing scent of lavender filling the room, though it did little to calm the wild energy bouncing off Smile.

"Come on, Smile. Let me wash you, and you’ll get a damn treat," Jeff muttered, his patience fraying as he lathered the dog with shampoo. Smile, unamused, growled and tried to nip at Jeff’s hands, but Jeff wasn't having it.

(Y/N) knelt beside them, her fingers combing through Smile’s wet fur, and whispered soothing words. “Good boy,” she murmured softly, earning a grumble from Jeff as he struggled to keep the dog still. But seeing her smile at the mess made the effort worth it.

Once they’d finally finished, Smile bolted out of the bathroom, leaving behind puddles and wet fur in his wake. Jeff leaned back against the counter, his chest bare and streaked with scratches. He smelled of wet dog and exhaustion, while (Y/N), drenched in fur and suds, stifled a laugh.

"I think you need a shower," (Y/N) teased, her eyes gleaming as she took in the mess he’d become.

Jeff’s lips twitched into a smirk as he tugged lightly on her tank top, pulling her closer. His voice dropped, low and easy. “I think you need to join me.”

[cyb3r-clyd3]

mwehehe

[inquirewithbillcipher]

opinion on cannibalism?

...asking for a "friend"

What did you expect?

-Bill

[barmy-demon]

Have I resentky only been drawing jonny fanart, yes but you know what-

You can’t stop me >:}

[star-girlfriend]

teeth

sylvia plath poem for a birthday: who // brenna twohy little red riding hood adresses the next wolf // unknown // henry aarrestad uldalen caries // blythe baird if my body could speak // richard siken little beast // sean glatch caffeine, pt. 1 // clementine von radics desire // unknown // eric larocca things have gotten worse since we last spoke