#cannibalism body horror and stuff

[cinematicnomad]

THE TERROR ▸ 1.10 we are gone

lady silence stands, stopped by the sight of goodsir’s body lying out on the table in camp, carved up for meat. she can only stare at the image, trying to comprehend it. it’s emblematic of the profound wastefulness of this expedition, which by now must seem to her both tragic, and inevitable. she says to him what she needs to in her head and moves on. there is a man who could still live, and who needs her help.

[crow-caller]

I'm chuffed to do YT and have found some success and also how it helps feed me, but man it is extremely extremely weird and unsettling as an experience in a difficult to describe way. I'm a guy I'm just being a person. also, I am an uncontrollable entity, I am two million hours of my own voice, I am whatever I am perceived as and what I am perceived as will exist without me longer than it will exist with me.

existential stuff I get why people lose their minds

[leidensygdom]

Artfight mods consider my profile picture to be the height of body horror :/ (has 7 eyes. apparently 6 is the maximum of eyes they allow. let's not talk about how the random character function is almost unusable because you will land into extreme untagged fetish characters every other roll, but hey, priorities)

[maslosstuff]

It's quicker and easier to eat your young

[lesbiansanemi]

I’m not like, surprised that I’m like The edgy cannibalism guy atp but it’s really amusing to me. Glad I’ve found my niche I guess

[loserpuppy69]

take me apart. cut me open and slip your hands under my skin, pry open my ribcage and feel my heart. cover your hands in my blood so I know you love me and that I’m not too filthy. stitch me back together and tell me that I’m safe.

[crs-crowrevoltsacrifice]

ART DUMP: AEVOS (AV-05)

he is experiencing the horrors. gonna pick him up by the mullet like a sad sopping wet cat.

getting killed and resurrected forcefully about 4 times in the name of a flesh god isn't exactly easy on the mind. aevos doesn't remember anything except for his current daily life as a living biohazard disposal system for the MIBE. he's practically a connoisseur of human flesh at this point! for some reason, Cyaris found him important enough to break him out of the facility, and he wishes he could remember why.

TW: BODY HORROR/GORE/BLOOD

[lgbt-cishet-movie-tournament]

not gonna lie I made the GAH! Quadrant so I could at least guarantee 1 horror movie could make it to week 7.

[scamera-writes]

Eating Your Love

Contains heavier topics (content warnings in the tags)

I’ve never loved something with half my heart I only love fully, whole-heartedly if you will

I love like jumping off a cliff and not knowing if there is water below. I love like a gun with two barrels and one bullet and laying it in your hands with my eyes closed. I love like sipping at poisoned wine and knowing you have the antidote under your tongue. I love like a knife to my sternum and trusting you to wrap your hands around it.

I will stare into your irises and give you my heart Still warm with love and blood The shades of red mix on our palms And I will leave fingerprints on your cheek

A gift of my undying willingness and trust A sign of my hopefulness and passion A desperate ask for you to place your heart in my hands A wish for a returning love to cradle to my face

We can place them on the table And sit and eat together Sipping at glasses of blood While our hearts pump in synchrony Staining the porcelain red

Your teeth will chip the chalice And I cut my tongue in your mouth. Your lips will spill smoke And I will let my lungs fill with gray ash.

I will leave my chest seeping with blood A gaping hole to my missing organ Sticky and raw flesh, red in my love for you Torn bones cutting your fingers when you touch me

So that when you drop my hand and my heart I can place it back in my rib cage Stitch the wound closed with kisses And wait for another to pour my love out onto

-Eating Your Love (By me)

[cannibalistic-suggestions]

Rotting, festering on an operating table, under sunlight and moonlight. Exposed.

Lying for days, as flesh begins to pucker and flies gather curiously, kissing muscle tissue and sipping oils from cross-sectional glands. 

Are they opportunistic? Feeding on what’s been left behind? Or did they really care and consume small bits of me out of pity, to show someone is still there, in spite of it all.

I know I’ve done wrong. I almost don’t blame you for wanting vengeance, so you tore out all the terrible things that lied inside for the world to see, to cry out in disgust and leave, leave, leave. Nobody wants anything to do with something like that. Doesn’t matter if we all have the same organs in our uniform human bodies; you DARED put that on display? Your vulnerability is shameful. Revolting.

You want me to repent? I would’ve wanted you to finish mutilating me right there and then, maybe it would’ve sped up my thought process. You said I hurt others, hurt you, so why don’t I deserve to hurt in return? Why didn’t you break my bones in, snap them and shatter them, crush my miserable flesh and skin into a soupy pulp? It’s what I deserve. But after it all, you still had the audacity to say “even those like you should get a second chance.”

I’ve been rendered an open pit of blood: some parts still warm and half-clotted, but others dried to a crispy rust that flakes off pathetically from bumpy scabs. I almost don’t want to be alive anymore, and I hate that you said you’re “above” killing, all of you turning your noses up at the tainted mess I am from the moral high ground you all rent out a place in.

Why couldn’t you have just let me die? For as much as you denounce the actions my hands took, you once had kissed my fingers so gently and admired what I had made. Aren’t you tempted to destroy these tools of evil? Sever my arm and peel off every dermal layer, cut it up into pieces with your incisors and bite into flesh so deeply it splits and frays my veins. Mark me up and make me gone, wouldn’t it be the ultimate punishment?

But you’re not like that. You instead opted to leave me out here to thaw and decay, to succumb to the torturous things I ponder about while I bleed out.

Until scraps of me fall like rotten fruit, and until mold decides to grow over and cover my indecency in a soft coat so everyone forgets, I’ll ferment while I reflect.

Decomposing, because it’s all caught up to me, yet I don’t think I had a stable composition to begin with.

[gayferret420]

so uh. goretober amirite

but I just realized that the thing I’ve been working on fills out 8 1/2 of the prompts (but I’ll probably use them for other stuff so do not be alarmed) so like. yeah!

prompts filled: 6, bugs (ehhh kinda there aren’t any bugs but he does have weird little bug leg things growing out of his mouth so- whatever), 8, beaten/bruised, 9, torture, 14, eyes (their hallucinations but i didn’t portray that well so. we ball), 17, too much blood, 25, body horror, and 26, nosebleed! and like you could maybe count cannibalism since that piece of meet is intended to be human and maybe 2 and22 because of the surgical knife but I won’t

art under the cut with and without filter over it

ans yeah. if it wasn’t from an au then it wouldn’t be a ferret work would it so. feel free to ask me about this au

[catboii]

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It’s been… a long day. 

Initially, it was all supposed to go smoothly. Like it always did. The usual talk to some people, explain this bullshit ‘religion’ that Kreed’s been peddling...  It's just a case of 'sacrifice a human or two, maybe consume their flesh, dedicate it to whichever deity Kreed decided to pretend existed, in exchange for unimaginable powers', nothing special. Tii tried not to pay too much attention to the details.

It’s totally a cult, but calling it that makes it sound sketchy. 

This non-specifc deity is just Kreed in one form or another. The benefits of being a Carnomancer, is the blessing of Shapeshifting. Your own inbuilt disguise. You can pretend to be multiple beings at once, as long as they don't ever have to appear in the same room.

There has been the odd disciple who've decided to dedicate their actions to Tiiamos instead, not a deity; more like a conduit, thinking that its aims are more soft, more understandable... More than Kreed's, at least.

But ultimately it's all the same. Tii isn't happy about it. It doesn't want other people's murders on it's conscience. And feeding into its powers means it becomes an icon, and that hurts. Physically. It becomes a tear in your soul, the energy seeping into you like a molten, thorned vine, tearing at you and flaying you open for your followers to take pieces from your desecrated but still living body.

Today, there was this one woman who kept asking questions. Really specific questions. Questions Tii couldn’t answer, so it kept brushing her off, pointing her to Kreed, who is supposed to be the leader of this little church after all, but seemed like he wasn't interested in answering her. Either because he felt above it, or because he was trying to rile everyone up.

Which, unfortunately, is more likely.

Eventually though, her questions got too much. Other people started joining in, saying if this was so foolproof, so effective, how come they were both normal looking humans with seemingly no special powers…

Kreed gave the order. Subtley. The woman was given a choice: stop asking questions, or die. Her response, “What kind of choice is that?” 

“That is a question.” Kreed’s voice is always soft, but final. Commanding in its entirety. Tii flinched at the unspoken decision, but sighed and started shifting into something that would hopefully put some kind of fear into them, make them all SHUT UP...

But it didn’t need to do anything. One of Kreed’s more loyal followers swung a wooden chair at her head. 

The ensuing drama was easily avoided, someone else tried to stop the chair wielder from continuing, but Tii had to jump in and protect them, spreading its wings in a gesture of control, while they continued to smash in her skull until it had caved in, the chair in pieces, splinters in their hands, and she laid there, had stopped spasming fianlly.

Maybe Tii was subconsciously shielding the rest from seeing it.

It’s not always easy following orders, but you don’t need to agree with what’s happening, if you don't have an active hand in it, right?...  

-

Later, far from the church, in a dilapidated corridor, the stench of blood and erupted insides soaks the stale air, sour and putrid. The remnants of a corpse, including caved in rib cage and detatched limbs, litter several metres of chequered floor.

This one hurt people.

This one deserved to die.

Didn’t deserve to continue using up its one chance to live, only to bring misery to many. Killing one person brings so much more hurt than to just that one person. Everyone that person meant something to, will never be the same. 

And now, they will be consumed.

This is just. 

This is necessary. 

The Master will be pleased.

[thal-ent]

Thinking about body horror and gender. Thinking very hard about it.

[nightingale-sang]

Pondering the Conceptual, "Love is Gore": A Triptych of Poems

CW: Blood/gore, body horror, cannibalism

Hello I wrote these poems about love they're not very good but here they are anyway

[a-deed-without-a-name]

RBing now that the Extravaganza is over, all the links to the stories have been added above, and I will soon hibernate for the next two weeks.

Get Ready for...Deed's 🎃 Extra-Spooky, Super-Kinky Halloween Extravaganza! 🎃

Am I overhyping this? Oh hell yeah.

Does anybody besides me care what I do? Probably not.

ANYWAY.

Here we are, in the very best month of the entire year, and there are four, count 'em, FOUR weekends to take advantage of, something I'm working my ass off to do.

Things to look forward to:

👻 One dark-themed kink fic posted every Saturday for the first three weekends of the month (hopefully)

👻 Two fics posted on the last weekend of the month (not featuring my usual kinks, the real horror is feelings)

👻 Nothing on Halloween proper because it's on a Tuesday (ew)

👻 A healthy mix of Supernatural and Hannibal content (skewing towards Hannibal because why not)

Questions? Concerns? Me, too. But you can direct yours to my ask box - anons are turned back on. 😉

Happy Cocktober Spooky Season, everybody!

AO3 links to Extravaganza stories:

In the Body of the Lion - insect!AU Hannigram. Weight gain/stuffing kink

The Red Queen Hypothesis - dark Wincest, alternate S4. Weight gain/stuffing kink

Form So Soft, Charms So Rare - Hannigram. Weight gain/stuffing and cannibalism play kinks

The Vacuum of My Heart - Samifer in the Cage. Living latex kink (kind of), body horror, identity loss and mind-breaking

We Are Now Among the Ruins - Hannigram. Post-fall. Paralysis, cannibalism, and angst, oh my!

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Yuri Tournament Season 2 - Round 3

Murciélago vs. Malcatras' Maiden

Murciélago (manga by Yoshimurakana)

action, comedy

Sexual Content: HIGH; Gore: HIGH; Violence: HIGH

Submitted 2 times.

Submitted problematic elements:

Main character is a serial killer lesbian. theres incest, rape, body horror, emotional manipulation, among others

Protagonist is a serial killer, sexual predator, and a pedophile. She's basically the worst woman of all time. She also manipulates several women into sleeping with her.

Submitted content warnings:

oh yeah i mean tw for violence, incest, rape, bullying, children in peril and others

Extreme violence and gore, explicit sex, sexual assault, pedophilia, child murder, cannibalism, and just a general mess of nasty stuff

Submitted propaganda:

Its got an actually evil lesbian MC who has a lot of depth. Its funny as fuck and its got really interesting narrative, amazing action and compelling characters. Its also very sexy and beautifully drawn

Kuroko Koumori is the best character in yuri history and absolutely nobody does it like her.

Malcatras' Maiden (visual novel by Nadia Nova)

thriller, action, erotica

Sexual Content: HIGH; Gore: MODERATE; Violence: HIGH // Note: contents in question are mainly described in text.

Mod submission.

Mod-submitted problematic elements:

A doggirl maid is in love with her master and adoptive mother, and overall navigates complicated and toxic relationships with her family.

Official content warnings:

Malcatras' Maiden is a game for adult audiences only. This work contains intense themes of toxic relationships, manipulation, child abuse, regular abuse, dubiously consensual sexual acts, incestuous themes and explicit bloody acts of heavy violence, including death and murder.

Mod-submitted propaganda:

Battle maid visual novel with cool powers... We love messy relationships and toxic incest yuri and messed up broken maid girls... we love Liliana.... trans puppygirl maid who just wants a place to belong..