#cannibalism as love
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milekael · 20 days ago
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Happy (Late) Halloween! I come to you with Cannibalism as a metaphor for Love and Devotion courtesy of my Beastars!Royai AU because of course I needed an excuse to make my wiwiest into a furry carnivore drenched in blood <3
Also! Please look at my inspiration for this composition because I found this artist the other day and ough, I want to explore more compositions and mixed media like this in the future.
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holywaterwine · 1 year ago
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bunny pyre
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september-poetry · 13 days ago
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prometheus on the precipice
you take me out back
i know where this is going
did you bring protection?
i trust you to treat me right
im scared
its my first time
will you go easy on me?
you take off my shirt
slowly, my skin exposed to the cold air
its crisp, an autumnal breeze drifts past us
it can sense our sinful desires
as we embrace the chill
the warmth will overtake eventually
my nerves are palpable
im shaking like the crimson leaves that blow past us
outside it feels more intimate
open in the air of the night
the moon watches us as you move
the first touch sending shivers down my spine
you trace along my ribs
its soft, affectionate
my heartbeat flutters against your fingertips
and you know i am alive
your hands move further down
i feel them, warm against me
a fire burning in the night
you pull me closer
hook under my ribcage
the space between the bone and flesh
together we hear the crack
as you push further inside
its wet, living, pulsating
you feel it drip down past your wrist
the dark liquid only urges you on
you kneel down before me
exposed, my chest now open to the elements around us
the cavern flickers, breath heavy and heated
i feel your touch encircle my lungs
you are salivating for a taste
choked and euphoric, i look down
my life in your hands
you pull me further towards you
and finally, the release
i feel your teeth tear through me
my organs spilled, an intimate display of trust and blood
the viscera coats your jaw as you savour the sensation
my legs feel weak, as my body collapses closer to you
down with the dogs
an equal plane with the lowly mutt you are
ravenous and unsatisfied
i feel your tongue cleanse the wounds
a form of apology
for the carnage
you know it is not enough
i am prometheus and you are never satiated
a cannibalistic display
a gorey end
yet we begin again
maybe im beginning to crave it too
this punishment is pleasure when it's with you
09 / 10 / 24
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luolii · 1 year ago
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cannibalism is the dearest form of love!! imagine devoting yourself to someone so wholeheartedly that you let them keep you in their body forever. you will forever be in their system and their body will be powered by the nutrients of your flesh and blood !!!
cannibalism is the dearest form of love. if you eat someone you take them with you forever. they are in you. you will taste them on your lips forever — it is something you don’t forget.
cannibalism as devotion. cannibalism as love. cannibalism because you cannot convey the gravity of what you feel with words, so you show it by performing the primordial sin. eve was made of adam’s body. by eating someone, they return to yours. soulmates soulmates soulmates, flesh and bone.
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fraternum-momentum · 11 days ago
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give me your complete and unwavering devotion.
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awetfrog · 9 months ago
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my party are starving when there are perfectly good ghouls around, are they stupid?
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notherpuppet · 4 months ago
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Radio drip 🦌📻🩸
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dirafames · 1 year ago
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atinymexicanbird · 2 months ago
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The Overlord meeting suddenly got interesting.
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holywaterwine · 1 year ago
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ashamaxxing · 3 months ago
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mom come pick me up they’re defending the divine right of kings on asoiaf twitter again
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mooncalf87 · 9 months ago
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HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY SHE FUCKING MANHANDLES HIM????? IF ANYONE ELSE DOES THIS THEY WOUKD BE DEAD BUT ROSIE IS JUST DIFFERENT
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SHES THROWING HIM AROUND LIKE A FUCKING BAGUETTE IM CRYING
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aeymii · 11 months ago
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envy-our-love · 10 months ago
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Awww. Our little prey animal.
Sha'll we eat you to ensure the safety of your corpse.
there are a lot of flavours of romantic/loving cannibalism but one i don't see discussed much is eating someone so that nobody else can have them in the face of immediate danger. ensuring they can't be captured and subjected to the indignity of being made into a trophy by taking them into yourself. "you'll never take me alive" taken to its most logical extreme.
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sunny-rants · 5 months ago
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Yellowjackets truly has everything. it’s a love story. it’s a tragedy. it’s a 90s high school sitcom. it’s a survivalist show. it’s a supernatural drama. it’s an investigative mystery. it’s a story about the complex dynamics of female relationships. it’s a story about the horrors of being a teen girl. it’s a study of the lasting effects of ptsd. there’s cults. there’s biblical imagery and greek mythos references. there’s milfs. there’s murder. there’s horror. there’s comedy. there’s cannibalism as a metaphor for love. it’s literally got everything.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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