#cannibal sandwich

[majimemegoro]

no nuance would he eat it or not

[sandwichedbread]

switching over to scartober instead of hermittober because I was gonna make them all scar themed anyways

day 8 : eat

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Harringroveson Bones and All

For @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events Day 7 (and technically 9) Romance Movie/Horror Movie, Bones and All (2022)

Billy Hargrove always knew he was different from most people. His father never let him forget it. There was something *wrong* with him. Something he couldn't control. Billy was nine when he realized why his father looked at him like he was a monster.

It was a boy on his little league team. Joey Sandavol. They were walking home together when the other boy fell on the sidewalk and scraped his knee. Billy could smell the blood before he saw it. He watched the boy wince as he brought his leg up to his chest with a pained groan. That's when he felt it. An overwhelming hunger. Billy couldn't stop himself, his body lunging at the other boy as he buried his teeth in Joey's leg. He screamed, but Billy didn't care as he ripped into flesh and pulled. Blood was everywhere as things began to blur.

When he came to again, Billy was home. He sat on the couch in the living room as he heard his parents arguing in the kitchen. Looking down, Billy saw he was still covered in blood.

"-Neil, please, it's not his fault. He didn't know better!"

"Know better? Damn it, Cheryl, he almost killed that kid!" The sound of a fist hitting the wall made Billy instinctively jump. "God fucking damnit, if I'd known what you were, I would've never married you."

The fight devolved into screaming as Billy retreated into the bathroom and locked himself in, crying as he tried to wash the blood away. He was confused more than anything, but his mother disappeared into the night before he could ask any questions. He tried asking Neil questions about that day but stopped after the man backhanded him, telling him never to mention it again. For seven years, Billy was a normal boy again despite the constant hunger he felt. Then he met Duncan Wilson.

Duncan was funny. He always found a way to make Billy laugh, even on the bad days. When he asked to come over for a "study session," Billy was more than happy to agree. His father left with Susan for night which meant they had the house to themselves. Duncan made it easy to forget about his shitty dad and his shitty new wife as they kissed each other on Billy's mattress. The blonde's eyes were closed as the boy on top of him pressed closer to him when it hit him. The smell. God, the smell. A hunger stirred in Billy, and he felt it. The same feeling from years ago overwhelmed him as the kissing stopped when Billy bit into the other boy's lip.

Duncan screamed. The bite was hard enough to draw blood, only inciting the hunger more as things began to blur together. He remembered all of the blood. His teeth were tearing into flesh as the hunger was satiated for the first time in years. The bliss was overwhelming until he was snapped out of the trance by a new voice screaming at him. Billy's eyes focused again to see the bloody mess of viscera left on the floor. Looking up, he saw Max standing in the doorway. She was the one screaming. He'd completely forgotten about her.

It was a struggle, but Billy managed to stop himself from attacking his stepsister. Instead, he jumped out a window and began to run. Away from his family. His home. Himself.

That was almost a year ago, and Billy was still running. State to state, town to town, he ran away from everything. At eighteen years old, Billy had no goals except for making sure that his father couldn't find him. Billy knew if Neil Hargrove found him again, he would kill him. For his part, Billy thought he was doing a pretty good job of running, considering he was now in the middle of Bumfuck, Indiana. It was a small dive bar called "The Hideout." He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a loose fitting tank top. Easy bait for some creep to start hitting on him. The guy would ask to go to his car. And like that, Billy would get a meal and a ride to wherever the hell came next.

"Hey." A voice called out as they took a seat next to Billy at the bar top. "You're new here." The blonde turned, ready to up the charm when it hit him. The stranger didn't smell like everyone else. Billy blinked as he looked the man over. He seemed to be around the same age as the teen. The man's long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off a band t-shirt that read Corroded Coffin. "The name's Eddie." He stuck a hand out. Billy was hesitant to take it.

"You're....like me." Was all that could come out.

"Sure am." Eddie grinned as he put the hand down. "Let me guess, you've never met anyone else like you."

"...ugh, yeah." Billy watched as an excited look crossed Eddie's face.

"That's fine. Just means you have a lot to learn." Eddie turned his barstool around to point at the dance floor. Specifically, another boy. He was dancing with an older balding man who looked almost completely wasted. "That's Steve. We come here to hunt every couple of weeks. Easy prey. We bring them back to his place for easy cleanup. Saves us having to move around all the time. Maybe you'd be interested." Eddie said as he leaned closer to Billy. "You look tired. We can help make things a lot easier for you, stranger." Billy made a face, thinking for a moment before speaking

"Billy."

"Hm?"

"My name's Billy."

"Well, Billy, how'd you like a free dinner?" Eddie asked as Billy's stomach growled, almost on cue. That...sounded nice...

[the-last-dillpickle]

The Hannibal fandom really is dismal bcuz you go looking for fic and there's a ton! But 75% or more of it is cutesy wholesome fluff (much of it AU). For the serial killer gaslight show.

[realbeefman]

i wanna pickle his dick and eat it with a nice reuben sandwich with extra sauerkraut

[fazbear-entertainment-logs]

Chica Eating A Chicken Sandwich

For National Fried Chicken Sandwich Day Steel Wool Studios posted this image of the Freddy & Friends Chica eating a chicken Sandwich. Sooooo.... um Chica?

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

a “normal” sandwich with a top bun

ingredients: blood, human flesh, human organs and pain

=)

I’m not giving justification for this.

Final Score: 1/5

[adaptacy]

clutch your purses guys you're not ready for what im about to cook up...

[babisawyer]

I would assume that misty is going to kill and eat showtunes so I want to forgive her for everything, but since it seems like she just became showtunes 2.0 I simply cannot.

[thebananwithaplan]

♡ jelly

Wait, the funni banana has lore? (Accepting)

Yes, he DOES actually eat peanut butter jelly sandwiches. Everyone in his new world who isn't allergic does.

Yes, everyone there is aware what jelly is made of.

No, it's not cannibalism as long as it's made with non-sentient fruit. Apparently the regular foods still exist in this world. There just happened to be living fruits, veggies, and other snacks and objects existing alongside it.

[cosmicwitchgod]

I did not come here to be called out like that!

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

[rainecloud020604]

More miscellaneous stuff with the boy™

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[squorttle-pox]

Thinking about Charlie in public primary school learning to read and write and colour and torment souls spread positivity

[prophet562]

[rugessnome]

from a post discussing this:

Inspired by that poll coming for British food, have an alternative.

Shout-out to @sigh-the-kraken for suggesting American delicacies I wouldn't want to touch 👍

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

A sandwich made with the blood and flesh of Vriska Serket (her blood tastes like boue raspberry)

Ingredients: Who is this. Why does her blood taste like blue raspberry. The ingredients are the blood and flesh of Vriska Serket.

Smell: While it tastes like blue raspberry, blood does not typically smell like blue raspberry. And there’s nothing about the flesh’s taste. It would probably just smell like meat. 3/5

Taste: I don’t want to think about this too hard. 2/5

Texture: A weird conflict. Your eyes see meat and blood. You taste fruit. You fall to your knees in despair. What is this sandwich. What have you done. 1/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: I’m not letting him touch this. 1/5

Final Score: 1.75/5

Critic’s Notes: I don’t think I want to know.