#cannibalism implication //

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[uagh, my head]

[...]

[my...head?]

[....mine...my....I...me]

[...]

[Your head hurts, it's pounding. You very slightly open your eyes and]

[oh]

[there's blood.]

[you're lying in a pool of blood. Some of it is on your head...drip drip dripping down your face.]

[some of it isn't yours]

[you're just barely able to lift yourself off the ground. It smells terrible. Like an awful concoction of flesh and sanitary alcohol. The ground...it's colder than before. This is not the same floor as the one you fell on.]

[you...recognize this place. It's in worse condition but...yes...yes you remember]

[I... remember]

[that girl. In the back. This is where you found her before-]

[oh god. The blood and her memory. You hated the implications.]

[that corner, where she sat. She seemed so lonely...The thought of her tired eyes and small composure...]

[...that corner, a machine. It's blade doused in blood. It hasn't been cleaned]

[....a meat grinder?]

[your eyes widened at the thought. You quickly covered your mouth and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the disgusting thought...]

[..Finally, you arise. Your legs are shaky, your head and hair damp with blood and cold sweat. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here..?]

[you recollect what happened....Did she hit you over the head, or did you pass out? Perhaps, your head hit the floor too hard. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. Now, your priority was to get ou-]

You're awake.

[..the pharmacist. She looked so oddly bleak. So...empty]

Took you long enough..he..haha...

[ah, that smile. But it just wasn't the same. Her eyes were narrowed, her arms in her coat pocket. She continued to chuckle]

Haha...heha....you really...really couldn't let this go, huh?

"..."

"..What did you to her."

hmph...I thought I told you before. She's dead...you know, I hate repeating myself. It's so fucking annoying. I fucking hate it.

Yeah, sure, I've kinda enjoyed all this. But do you know how much of an annoying little brat you are..? For fucks sake, and to think...I wanted to help you.

"H-help..?"

"are you being serious right now?! Help?! Since when has what you're doing been help!?"

...hm. I don't think I want to answer that.

[She moved off the wall, and starting to circle around you. You felt trapped]

"No-No that's not how it works. You've ruined my li-"

What life?

[She turned her head to you, inching closer]

What sort of life have you lived? What life are you remembering, hm? You don't have a life, not anymore. You're life isn't yours. Both of us. We do not live, we don't have lives.

mm...haha...

[She turned to the machine, putting her finger inside and swiping the blood off of the blades. She put her thumb in her mouth, wiping her mouth]

This life, wasn't alive either.

[You felt physically sick. You were fighting the urge to throw up, right there and then. You're fists clenched]

[You had so many questions....]

[Your eyes drifted towards the machine, a shiver down your spine following along. You swiftly looked behind you towards the corner of the room, thinking of that girl]

[mourn-and-watch]

isn't it wild that warden-commander invoked the right of conscription on anders with direct permission of the queen/king of ferelden and templars still didn't leave him be. isn't it wild that some of them were willing to drink darkspawn blood and bound themselves to another order just to get to him even though he was proven to be under warden-commander's protection. isn't it wild that the wardens had always been a golden ticket for mages who tried to get away from the circle and it was working perfectly fine for everyone else and then in his case it just didn't

[danceswithsalmon]

They're an older couple who who have a very rampant, interesting, maybe perverse sex life.

Cronenberg: Yes.

Which is quite a taboo subject isn't it - older people having sex? Why did you want to address that?

Cronenberg: I'm old, and I have sex. So maybe that's why.

An interview with David Cronenberg on his debut novel Consumed

[snekky-arts]

In the Woods Somewhere

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My (admittedly belated) piece for Halloween!! Because Sometimes you have to draw your blorbo covered in blood : )

Face detail below

[madmanwonder]

Grimmborn!Blake: *Leering Expression* “I do love the sweet scent of a fresh meat~. And you look good enough to eat too~!”

Sun: *Nervous* “Do you mean you find me attractive or do you literally want to eat me?”

Grimmborn!Blake: *Twisted Evil Grin* “Yes.”

[queenoftheimps]

Idle thought, but watching The Terror and reading all the analyses of its themes around hubris/colonialism/greed and how it leads to desperation under tragedy makes me think someone could probably make a pretty fascinating series about the Donner Party

[twobellsilence]

J/imcurly is so interesting to me. I don't personally ship it, and I don't think what happens between them *should* be read as romantic, but I can totally see how Jim's obsession with Curly and Curly's dogged desire to keep Jim appeased could be interpreted as a twisted form of romance. It's a ship so vile, so radioactive and cruel and yet it genuinely works within the narrative and it has LAYERS and I want to study it under a microscope

[starbuck]

only Ravenous (1999) would casually establish it as canon that the characters are haunted/possessed by ghosts and then not explore the implications of that at ALL, god bless.

[occasionallycjshipping]

“{Breathe, Heart.}” Soul whispers into the sensitive skin of Heart’s throat, the line of it bared to him, the possibility of taking it in teeth, rending the muscle, painting the skin purple, all so utterly obvious. Heart shivers, twitches, whatever term Soul can use for it- Soul presses his lips against the bottom of his neck and feels his pulse flutter and speed up, like a desperate bird’s wings. Like his wings.

Soul kisses up Heart’s neck, allowing himself to stain the pure thing, taste its sweat, bruise it up, and then nestles into the crook of it and Heart’s jaw. He breaks from Heart, raises his voice: “{Breathe.}” There’s an edge to it, telling Heart to follow, and it doesn’t matter why. It shouldn’t. Soul knows, here and now at the very least, Heart will do what he asks without any questions, and it leaves him with a satisfied grin and a kind of pleased thrill up his chest. {How far does it go? Well, that’s a question for another day, maybe never realistically, yet it’s one he wants to answer, needs to the same way he needs the fragile line of Heart’s neck in his fingers, in his hands, like a toy reserved for him only, a claim which Soul’s lipstick and his bruises corroborate in turns.}

Heart drags in a shuddering, deep breath that hitches.

“{There you are. That wasn’t so bad, right?}”

Heart shakes his head. It’s always something whenever Soul drives him to silence.

Soul has Heart completely at his disposal - what does he want to do?

For now - he will make chances like this later, hopefully - he grips the base of Heart’s wing, leans down, and bites. Not the most thought out thing, exactly - there is no thought of desecration, only divinity coming apart in his mouth, and unsurprisingly, it tastes like feathers. Until he yanks the flesh of it into his mouth, gagging a bit as the feathers hit the back of his throat but he digs his teeth into Heart’s flesh and hot blood runs down his throat and there’s his heartbeat, thrumming awfully fast. This all must be a pain for him, judging by the senseless squirm and shake of his wing, not that Soul cares. Soul is busy, drunk on consumption. Fulfilment. There is a clawing emptiness inside him where in humans a heart literal would lie, and in this moment, it is, finally, satisfied.

He cuts out and chews up a part of Heart’s flesh. It’s not about the taste, really, not about the iron almost bitter that spills into the hollow between his gums and cheek, it’s about chewing, the fullness, the harsh pulse, the softness of the feathers, the warmth that almost burns. And this is not cutting Heart open, but it is close, it is close, the workings of Heart’s divinity all there, and he can stick his tongue into the source of the blood and widen the wound and get salt, almost like tears. His tongue does not rival the dexterity of fingers, but somehow Soul doesn’t care. It’s almost animalistic - all of this is, as his teeth bloody, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He opens up the flesh, carves pieces off, swallows, devours, ruins.

Slowly, as if waking up, he becomes aware of a pained whine.

Soul blinks, tears another chunk out of Heart’s flesh, swallows down feathers, imbibes divinity. He listens.

On a thought, he drinks Heart in, and leaves his wing mauled - damaged and hanging limply from his side, he looks like a true angel.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

hmm liu bang being a verified member of the baby-tosser's club is not as cut and dried as i thought, apparently it's only mentioned in xiang yu's biography but is omitted in his. that's a conflict of interest if i've ever seen it. that being said, u gotta admit nothing about han gaozu make this seem at all out of character for him.

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

"The girl in the back...:

[stop. Don't think about it stop stop stop]

"D-Did you...."

[You held your stomach and mouth, gulping, wincing, grimacing at your own thoughts. You didn't even want to think about this]

[Your eyes strayed to the machine next to her. She tilted her head, then grinned]

Ohhh, haha...You think I killed her with this? I could see why you'd think that...haa....but no, hun..

[The pharmacist closed into you, her soulless eyes piercing your body, stinging you in places you haven't felt affected in years perhaps 2 to be exact Your heart raced, her presence single-handedly making you panic]

She was already dead when I used this. Now...where she is now?

[She backed up on her heels, chuckling faintly as she leaned on the counter where the machine lay, biting her tongue and squinting her eyes]

I'll let you figure that out by yourself.

[..]

".."

[You felt your eyes widen.]

[You felt your stomach churn, your eyes drawn to her grin]

[you..didn't want to hear anymo-]

[no, I can take it. I have to]

[What. No, not I, "you"]

[..]

"W-.."

[you found it hard to speak]

"W...Why..."

[your voice was small and weak]

[like hers when she died]

[nono stop stop stop]

[alone and cold]

[no one to listened to her screams. no one to hear her plead for mercy]

[...]

Hm..."why" is an interesting question...

I needed to get rid of her, for your sake. I couldn't just kill her, I needed her gone, away, wiped away.

Simply hiding a body....it wasn't enough.

[She needed to feed herself upon her vulnerability...her pain wasn't enough, she needed her-]

Erased.

"..a-.."

"SO YOU ATE HER!?"

"WHA-..WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT!?!"

The type I use, if you couldn't tell.

Wow...how ungrateful..

"UNGRATEFUL!?! WHY WOULD I B-"

Quiet, Momoi.

"...m....mo-"

[mm...I know that name]

[doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?]

[....]

..Grief takes many shapes..sometimes it's a feeling, sometimes it's a person in the back in your mind, someone you're convinced is real and in pain..sometimes it's a flower, one you think represents renewal, when it actually just means death.

And, it's a pain in the ass. It follows you around, no matter how hard you try to forget it, you'll always have a deep-rooted feeling of disparity. That is grief in it's true form. You can do so many things with your grief, but to help someone else is to consume their grief into your own.

..When you teach yourself to forget grief, you start to enjoy it. Like a drug, almost.

It hurts, but it hurts more when it isn't there, like something crucial is missing from your life..

[the pharmacist chuckled]

which is funny...because that's the reason why it's with you in the first place.

"...mm..what...do you mean.."

You know exactly what I mean.

[You do, don't you?]

[yes, I do]

....

[you want to move on]

@queenoforeos (here u go ^_^)

[regularconvexheadcanons]

Heyo! Scar-making-sculk-ring anon (I dunno how to establish myself other than apparently Scars Not Practical or Safe Accessories) But! cw/tw: canon cannibalistic thoughts

Sculked!Scar in a reverse au where he's talking with Cub, drawn to the Hermits ability to explore and create Thoroughly, and just- mid sentence pulls off a piece of sculk and wraps it around Cubs thumb (as a sign of respect and power) and for added effect, adds a drop of his blood in the middle of the band

Scars laughter isn't echoing anymore. Not the way the Vexlings voice usually does. It's hollowed out. "Do you think...if I could open my chest, you would eat my heart?" They both expect any Hermit to say yes they would but... "I'd take your liver and give you mine."

Cub would savor the purr of his not!partner. Deeply wrong Vex instincts in the wrong and right places. Maybe this'll serve Concorps still ongoing businesses. Maybe...

Cub won't make it out alive this time.

(please imagine an exhausted and exaperated Xisuma in the background "pLEASE No more cannibalism- not another nho event good lord-")

Further details on the first suggested headcanon and a bit of Tumblr Fic? Fun! ^

With added cannibalism-

And a tired Dadmin-

[jestroer]

Joe who? Joe Whills?

MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE

VOTE FOR THE GOODTIMES

[bishopknifetrickmp3]

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[asmodeauxx]

been stacking up some oc art but methinks I'll post em another time, for now Elias & Cosette

a lovely set through and through, but hunger poisons the mind

[perditaiuventus]

last night at 3am i couldn’t sleep because i was consumed by thoughts of sexy cannibalism in ancient rome and now i’m staring at the weird text i wrote half-asleep and trying to figure out how to edit it properly